You are who you eat.

KThis after afternoon when we are eating dinner, pressure-cooked beef skin and beans with green leafy vegetables. I'm thankful, say grace, and we ate. After quite some time I feel unease in my gut. The beef skin feels like pork fat.

I am thinking kimchi. Then manang said hey how about your sauerkraut? I said I threw it away, it's tasteless. Mom added, the red cabbage it's not supposed to be made into kimchi.

I drop my spoon, get bread instead, and just ate it, just staring the left rice and beef skin on my plate.

Mom knew what to do and she asked me, do you want kimchi? Yeah sure. I'll text your sister to buy one.

What do you feel? Mom asked. I feel uneasy, something is missing, the food taste bland, I don't enjoy it.

You should drink milk.

It is drank in the morning, mom.

It's much better now cause it will make you relax.

Mom went on to wash the dishes.

I went to our room and played the guitar while waiting for the kimchi.

Someone is knocking on the door. Sis is here, kimchi is here. Opened it ate it.

'Naikawa ak sin kimchi tan din laklaku ak yan inggay naya-om ngay ya talaga ay nadanom, anyway, as soon as the kimchi passed through my lips I felt relief. Yeah, this week, I didn't buy any kimchi, nor Yakult, nor any probiotics because I will not have enough money because I bought a bag.

Probiotics is a blessing for me. I hope I learned it sooner maybe my development should have been a smooth transition. I should learn sooner that the brain and the gut is connected, heck every member of the body is connected and every organ should be treated with understanding.

The three modes of the body according to Lord Krishna.

The good/honest, the passionate/apathic, the ignorant/dishonest.

The honest knows himself. The passionate knows the physical world, the virtual world, his mind dwells on the game and sees only the game excluding the players behind the avatars. The dishonest is envy of himself, he knows that the immortal soul, dwells in him yet he consciously resist the truth, always in denial, he looks at he wise as fools.

I want to categorize it in three inhabitant of a body.

One is an angel, one is a human, and one is a demon.

The angel eats the wholesome, juicy, tender, pleasing to the heart foods.

The human eats the bitter, salty, spicy, strong taste, bland taste, the extremes of the taste buds.

The demon eats the putrid, the decayed, the leftover, the rancid, the morbid, anything that is devoid of life.

There is no one superior of one to the other because a man is composed of the three households, one that is more in control more than the other it depends on time.

Chemically, the body is a chemical bag which either absorbs or expel things that was placed. A real work of genius! How can a mindless member knows what to do or not what to do? The body is the subconscious mind, the medium in which the mind gives the permission to do what it wants to just stop bothering the mind.

Can a man resist the effects of drunkenness with his own will? Will not the body should take in that alcohol? They should work together. They should play together.